Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burkina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Thompson Twins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.